Clay Nash sat back in his chair, dropped his hands to his knees, and studied Coe's expression."I want an assistant. Someone to help me. But he must be the toughest, meanest son of a bitch this side of the Rockies. I don't mean no trigger-crazy killer. I mean a real ornery bastard—but one with brains. He's got to be a good shot and not afraid to get a little blood on his hands—if he has to work in close and use a knife. He's got to know how to survive in rugged country, mountains or desert, afoot, without food or water to weigh him down. And, when he does have a hoss, he's gotta be able to ride like the wind, just by his knees while he works his shooting-iron, or with the reins in his teeth. Most of all, he's gotta be operatin' pretty close to this neck of the woods. I've only got a few days, mebbe a week at the outside, to find him." He paused to let his words sink in, then added: "Know anyone who'd fit the bill?"Coe reached for his whisky and tossed it...

Ben Garrett was serving time in the Julesburg Pen for a robbery he'd played no part in. And when a signed confession that could have freed him was stolen from Wells Fargo, it seemed to Ben that his last chance to clear his name had been stolen right along with it. So Ben threw in with a pair of hardcases and together made a desperate bid for freedom. Behind them they left two dead men.What Ben didn't know was that his feisty sister, Liz, and Wells Fargo's top troubleshooter, Clay Nash, were even then working on a way to prove his innocence.So it became a race against time – to save Ben from the outlaws he'd joined up with, to save him from a crooked lawman with a guilty secret ... and just maybe to save him from himself!

When he was given the job of protecting the Gold Train—a locomotive carrying a hundred thousand dollars' worth of freshly-minted gold coins from Denver to Washington—Wells Fargo agent Clay Nash knew that every outlaw in the country would be tempted to try robbing it. The train itself was well protected by soldiers, Wells Fargo guards and Gatling guns ... but there were some mighty ambitious owlhoots out there who would still make a stab at taking the cargo.

Moss Dooley's gang hit the stage just within the shadows of Hangman's Spur. Men died, the coach crashed ... and its cargo of fifty thousand dollars vanished. Only trouble was, no one knew just where it had gone! The job of tracking it down – and trying to prove the innocence of the prime suspect – went to Clay Nash, Wells Fargo's top troubleshooter. But every lead he followed ended up going nowhere.The only fact that remained constant throughout the whole investigation was Hangman's Spur, a towering mountain range with a bad reputation.Clay decided the secret would be found somewhere up on those rocky slopes ... but that was when the killing really began in earnest!

Wells Fargo troubleshooter Clay Nash was on his way to solve one crime when he became embroiled in another. Someone knocked over the Wells Fargo office and stole a cool ten thousand dollars in hard cash. By a strange coincidence, the trail seemed to point to Nitro Mantell, the outlaw Clay had been planning to go after for the Squirrel Creek bank robbery. But somehow the pieces just didn't seem to fit. How could Nitro have been in both places at once? Who slipped Clay a Mickey Finn and who strangled the saloon girl who could have supplied all the answers?Clay was determined to unravel the mystery any way he could. But he quickly found himself hampered by an unwanted companion—the beautiful Liz Garrett, who was after the contents of the Red Rapids heist for her own very personal reasons

What do you do when your partner reveals a mean streak a mile wide? When he blinds a man in a barroom brawl and shows no remorse? When he shoots and kills three civilians in his pursuit of an outlaw and thinks that was a price worth paying so long as he caught the bad guy?Clay Nash knew exactly what he had to do, and he hated it.Because only a bullet could end the continuing violence of a Wells Fargo man turned rogue. And even though that man was his friend, Clay still knew he had to pull the trigger.

Clay Nash hadn't made many mistakes in his long career as Wells Fargo's top detective. But when he busted Shell Shannon from jail because he needed the man's help in solving a case, he should have expected a double-cross. When Shannon lit out on him, Clay always knew he would have to hunt the man down again, even though he'd saved Clay's life before hitting the trail.Now the time had come.Shannon was cutting a bloody trail through the Brazos country with his lethal Remington-Hepworth rifle, cutting down innocent men from up to half a mile away to get his hands on a fortune in gold. So Clay cleaned and reloaded his guns and set out to bring Shannon to justice once and for all.

Wells Fargo's top operative, Clay Nash, was hot on the trail of an outlaw gang who had stolen a fortune in golden coins. But just as the net was closing, he was recalled to Denver to hear some bad news. His boss, Jim Hume, had been badly shot by a mysterious stagecoach robber, and wasn't expected to live. Clay and Jim went back a long way together, and he swore there and then that Jim's attacker was going to pay for what he'd done.But first he had to find him.The trail led him all the way to the Big Muddy, and an audacious plan to launder that fortune in golden coins aboard the sternwheelers that plied the river.Before Clay could act, however, he found himself shackled and thrown into a dank, dark hold ... filled with rats determined to chew the flesh right off his bones!

A mysterious gang of cutthroats hit the Wells Fargo way-station at the Pueblo River Crossing and stole a valuable cargo before vanishing back into the night. That was bad enough. But among the dead men they left behind them was an old friend of Clay Nash ... and for Clay, Wells Fargo's top operative, that made it personal.But the stolen shipment had belonged to the Army, so retrieving it and dealing with the outlaws was deemed to be Army business. Clay was told to keep his nose out of it.Anyone who knew him knew he'd take no notice of that. He felt obligated to settle things with the men who'd murdered his friend, so working freelance, he tracked them right into the heart of Indian Territory to bring justice to that lawless land.Trouble was, Clay Nash himself was being tracked as well, all the way to a mystery destination known only as Shiloh ...

Emmett Bodie and his gang of cutthroats hit the Cripple Creek to Aspen Falls train just as hard as they could. They took $60,000 from the Wells Fargo car and left a trail of dead men behind them. But when Clay Nash finally tracked the gang down, all but $10,000 of the money had apparently vanished into thin air.From then on, finding the missing money became an obsession with Clay – one that quickly put him at odds with his boss, Jim Hume, and put his career as Wells Fargo's top detective in jeopardy. Finally, when Bodie escaped Clay's custody during an attempt to escape from a lynch mob, Clay became a man nobody could rely on ... and nobody wanted around!

When is a stage hold-up not a stage hold-up?It was a question Wells Fargo's top detective, Clay Nash, had to wrestle with.The only answer he could come up with was that the hold-up was just cover for something else. But what? The murder of an inoffensive little Mexican carrying a bag full of documents?As unlikely as it sounded, it was the only thing that made sense. But to confirm his suspicion, Clay had to track down the robbers ... and that was easier said than done.He thought they might have signed on with a trail crew pushing a herd of cattle to the town of Freedom. So Clay went undercover and joined the drive.Now all he had to do was identify the outlaws ... and discover why the little Mexican had to die!

When Chip Benedict's gang stole the borax mine payroll, it wasn't so much a robbery as a massacre. They left twelve bodies behind them ... including two people who'd meant a whole lot to Wells Fargo special agent Clay Nash. From that moment on, Clay lived only for one thing – to track down the Benedict gang and make sure every man-jack of them paid the price ... bullet by bullet.But sometimes vengeance isn't quite so clear-cut. Clay shot it out with five men, only to learn that there was a sixth one out there, somewhere. A sixth man who would get away free and clear unless Clay could find him and use the sixth bullet in the chamber of his Colt to put him down for keeps.There was a price to pay for the borax mine robbery ... a price that was higher than anything Clay or his opponent could possible imagine

The Jarvess bunch had a hard reputation. Over the years Old Man Jarvess and his sons, Tag and Chet, had robbed and slaughtered their way right across the territory. And they kept the proceeds from their robberies hidden away high up in the hills, where only they could ever get at it.Until Cody Mann came along ...Cody was every bit as villainous as the Jarvess bunch, and when he found the Old Man shot full of holes and dying fast, his first priority was to get the location of the hideout. The answer came in the form of a riddle, and before he could solve it, Clay Nash, Wells Fargo's top agent, clapped a set of manacles on him.To help a distraught woman and her crippled husband, however, Clay had to trust Cody Mann to take him to the loot. And trusting Cody Mann was a bit like trusting a hungry bobcat ...

For seven long years, Will Dodd had held a grudge against Wells Fargo. After he'd lost his home in a right-of-way dispute, he figured they owed him plenty. So when he heard that the company was about to transport a precious golden eagle worth a quarter-million dollars all the way to New Mexico, he made up his mind to steal it. It wasn't just for the money, though the money would be sweet. He wanted to make Wells Fargo look foolish to the whole damn' country.Besides, he suspected that Wells Fargo's top operative, Clay Nash, would be involved somewhere along the line, and he had a powerful hate for Nash, too ...So he assembled a bunch of merciless killers and went after his targets with single-minded determination ... and from that day forward Wells Fargo's Santa Fe run would be marked by blood and bodies!

Three of Wells Fargo's top investigators died on the same day. It could have just been coincidence, of course, but Clay Nash didn't think so. Not only were they colleagues of his, they were also friends, so when Jim Hume gave him the job of finding out the truth behind their murders, it was just about as personal as it could get.But the trail ahead was fraught with death and danger. And when Clay finally overstepped the mark and had to quit Wells Fargo before Jim Hume could fire him, he suddenly found himself vulnerable to all the enemies he'd made during his long career as a troubleshooter.No longer protected by Wells Fargo, a whole bunch of outlaws with a score to settle tried to ambush him, blow him up and generally hound him to hell. Before the truth of the case was revealed, he came frighteningly close to a slow, agonizing death behind bars ... but when all the chips were down, he came back with all guns blazing!